89 Why Should I Feel Guilty, Huh?

Mr. Bennet Pons, who stood opposite Old Master Lenort, was frowning. 

"Your majesty—" 

"Keep quiet, Bennet! If this was the reason why you wanted to have a meeting with me, then you should leave!" Old Master Lenort heavily scowled at him.

"And why?" Mr. Bennet Pons asked, raising his brows in displeasure. "We are old acquaintances, are we not?"

Old Master Lenort pinched between his brows. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. I just want an answer to a question I asked you many years ago," Mr. Bennet said. "I have been keeping quiet about that incident because I don't have an answer yet, but I am pretty tired your majesty. It has been long now, don't you think?"

Old Master Lenort deeply glowered at him.

"You want to tell the whole world now that I tried to murder my own son?"